((WARNING: THERE ARE SOME SPOILERS, ALBEIT WITH SWAPPED CHARACTERS. BE AWARE.))
There he stood, tall & mighty. The same grin he wore on his face remained, but it didn't look welcoming. One eye was closed, while the other was glowing orange with hatred. Papyrus. A blue jacket was on his shoulders, & Frisk felt something familiar about it.
That was Sans' jacket. The same Sans that cracked bad puns. The same Sans that had given Frisk puzzles alongside Papyrus. The same Sans that had been beheaded & murdered by Frisk's own hands.
"HUMAN. I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO CAPTURING YOU, BUT SINCE UNDYNE ISN'T HERE TO HELP, I'LL TAKE THIS ON MYSELF." Papyrus smirked. Frisk grasped onto the knife Frisk kept with them at all times. This knife was the one to kill all the others standing in Frisk's path to Genocide.
"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL SOON PUT AN END TO YOU & MAKE SURE MY FRIENDS WHO ARE ON VACATION ARE ALRIGHT!"
Papyrus immediately grasped control of gravity & sent Frisk's soul around the room as MeGaLoVania started to play in the background.
"YOU KNOW. IF SANS WERE HERE, HE'D BE CRACKING BAD PUNS LIKE THE BONEHEAD HE IS. BUT HE ISN'T HERE, THANKS TO YOU..."
"YOU DIRTY BROTHER KILLER."
Frisk swore they heard that very last line before, but it was no time to ponder about it.
Because Frisk felt like this was going to be a bad time.
((Okey, so this is like my first attempt at an Undertale fanfic. I know, it's meh at best, but I'll try to keep getting better.))